Photo by: Matthew Wright
As the Federal Police shuttle hovered over a lake, policemen took his handcuffs off and attached complicated-looking gear to his ankles. Vance Gibbon couldn’t help but worry. On Faluqa IV no prisons existed. They simply pushed their crooks out the airlock while in orbit. Hopefully, the Feds were different.
“You guys aren’t going to kill me are you?” said Vance.
The policeman, Weatherby, grimaced. “C’mon! We’re the Feds. We aren’t that barbaric.”
Vance breathed a sigh of relief, but still wondered why they attached a long rubbery strap to his ankles. “So what’s the gear for?”
“We’re going fly fishing,” grinned Weatherby.
“Fly Fishing for what?”
“Fifteen-meter shark analogs,” said Puller, opening the shuttle’s main hatch. “They’re great eating!”
Alarm bells blared in Vance’s head. “That’s huge! How big is a fly lure for something like that?”
Weatherby clipped a large grappling hook in Vance’s harness. “Oh, right about your size,” and he shoved Vance out the door.
Written for the “Super-Short Mega-Story” writing challenge by author Matthew Wright. Flash Fiction stories up to 200 words are the goal. Anyone is welcome to join in. Look for it right here: https://mjwrightnz.wordpress.com/2015/06/02/this-weeks-super-short-mega-story-writing-challenge/